I have been to Italy many times and am forever charmed by the local fashion. I was worried that with the success of the European Union would come watering down of Italian style. My first day in Rome I was saddened to discover that men no longer wore skin tight pants, but delighted to see that they had adopted red and pink pants with a passion previously reserved for sculpted facial hair. Everything will be ok, indeed.
Ladies: I hope you are prepared for sequined everything, because that’s what’s the gals are rocking over here.
The Roommate and I are leaving the country together. While we adventure our way through Rome and Venice, I will strive to keep my many rapid fans up to date on my activities and observations. I plan on photographing pigeons who speak Italian and meatballs in their native country. Assuming that Sweden is not the meatball country of origin. I’ll look that up later.
